| Ay, hol' up, yea
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| Jayo
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| All that fake ass clique reppin, get to steppin'
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| We reckless, when we in the club shit get hectic
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| My section, loves toting Glocks, Smith and Wesson
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| They call me Jayo Sama cause' I got weapons
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| Band it up, my team on like we hit the lotto
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| I’m dreaded up, smoking on Jamaican like Movado
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| I’m strapped up sliding in the splat like Grand Theft Auto
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| Desperado, hit you niggas with the semi-auto
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| I ain’t sleepin' but this codeine got me leaning
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| I thank god for oxygen but gas what I’m breathing
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| I know niggas who kill for no reason
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| Nigga top get peeled then we leave him
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| Free my niggas up the road or locked up in the county
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| Yall down me, that’s why I keep you fuck niggas from round me
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| Was wildin', seen my mugshot so they doubted me
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| Demons in my head, I gotta get them out of me
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| Hold up', you ain’t from where im from if you don’t know us
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| I’m Zoe’d up, pull up on you then them windows roll up
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| Ain’t rolling with them «Zoejas» then you get rolled over
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| Fuck a nigga and a pussy thot… we show no love |
| Walked in her room and asked her what we bout to get into
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| She said you a fool, Jayo I ain’t bout' to play with you
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| She gave rules and regulations but I break the rules
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| I gotta get this cake, I ain’t got time to cake with you
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| Niggas holding grudges cause I flipped they hoe in middle school
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| Keep that bitch, told her the truth, like girl your pussy pitiful
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| You wanna beef, nigga I’m down, lil Jayo keep a tool
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| Ain’t my fault yo lil bitch get loose cause she heard Jayo got the juice
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, ooh
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| Hold up, yeah, ooh, ooh
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| Yeah, Jay, ooh |